You're so beautiful.
You're not hot nor pretty
and your smile isn't cute or adorable.
It's simply mesmerising.
Your hair doesn't smell like honey
and your eyes don't look like that either
I get confused when they say that.
Beacuse to me your hair smells like a bonfire,
next to the sea on a quiet night,
and it looks more inviting as the days go by.
And your eyes make me want to do things.
They're as dark as the bottom of a burnt cake
yet when they look into mine, from time to time.
I see the little fleck of a rainy forest in the morning
on the right side of both eyes, next to the pupil.
You are everything I want in life.
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Ashes to ashes
ПоэзияA collection of short poems about being a teenager in the modern world, losing parts of yourself to others and loving some with every cell in your body, realizing that sometimes you change but that doesn't mean the world changes too.
